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I am the fear that hides within

The good things that have never been

I am the smoke behind your eyes

Caused you to believe your lies

I am the crushing in your heart

When life just tears it all apart

I am the tremble in your voice

The anger at never having choice

I am the tempter in your limbs

The light inside you slowly dims

I am the whisper in the night

Reminding you not all is right

No need to look underneath your bed

For I am the monster inside your head

So many voices in my head

Telling me who to be

Saying, Don't do that

Don't be this

Don't enjoy that

But I can go away

Hideaway in my sanctuary

And wait for the noise to calm down

Water flowing from my wrists

But I'll sit on the mossy bank

Of the river I've made

Listening to the peace of it all

Soak in the silence

And everything is all right

All is well

You'll find me

On the red stained shore

Of your self-made calamity

But I'll have nothing to say

Love is fleeting

It's a occupation

On which time takes it's toll

If both members do not work equally

So, where is love now

Broken man on broken feelings

Shattered dreams and fractured hope

“Ignorance is bliss.”

Because with wisdom comes understanding

With understanding comes pain

I'm barely left a ghost in this house

Gutted, soulless, but still existing

Existing, that's exactly the word

With nothing to live for

Without reasons to plan

Empty

For all our joy and happiness

I find, they tend to evanesce

Shadows give depth to our souls

Our sins shape our personality

But you've got a tell-tale heart

And it's told me all I need to know

It's told me goodbye

A man once said:

“It's a dangerous business,

going out your front door.”

And he was right

For deep is the river

and narrow the crossing

A river called melancholy

And a bridge called hope

A straight and narrow road

With no rails to catch you

Nothing to keep you from falling

Unless you trust in your footing

Unless you see where you're going

Unless you believe that you'll make it

And you will never fall

I finally close my eyes

Nostalgia for yesterday

Tears roll down my cheeks

Never again hold your hand

Never again to touch your face

Angels have fallen for less

And I will fall too

With a bottle pressed against my head

So I can forget

Your name on my lips

The last thing I'll say

Before I'm carried away

Lay me down

Beneath the ground

Among a bed of wildflowers

And a red clay halo

Surrounded by the broken

As the rain gently falls

These tears that I'm crying

Will fall upon your face

Gently, oh so coldly

My very last embrace

After my time has finished

And I am going home

I will wait for you

That we may be presented together

Through the silent passage

A step into Elysium

A skip past Nirvana

Through the doors of Valhalla

Pass through the havens grey

And unto the West

There you'll find me

On a white bench near a golden shore

Staring out into the world

Watching as time unravels

Unwinds before my eyes

A moment as a lifetime on earth

Limitless waves lap at my feet

And not a care to be found

Peace...

Stillness...

Just beginning to understand

Two small words:

I AM

Contentedly together

Beneath the world's grey band

As the silent stars go by

And the wind blows in my hand

Angels fall

Like shooting stars

The sky is scarlet

But swirls like a whirpool

It's various shades follow each other

Gently eddy into the vortex

Heavenly voices sing around me

Witnesses to a new age

The keys are now used

Gateways to the future

The horns sound together

As the past and future king

Comes unto His own

Wrapped in pure, silken white

But appears black

Compared to the light before me

A face as bright as the sun

And then I awake

And then I wait

I cannot think but of rain

And water slowly falls

Tears of the world

Or necessary drops

To replenish life

Yes, pain begets hope

Just as rain begets crop

Just as death begets life

Just as life begets death

The thunder rolls

And too the light

Great sound from great power

Testament to the past

Witness to god-like potency

They say that past sins cast long shadows

Like thunder from the lightning

First we see; long after we hear

And yet too I wish to be like lightning

Although my life be short

I wish to be heard long after

For we never truly die

Until we are forgotten

I never thought I would find myself here,

Balanced between eternity and the present; realizing that there is no difference in between them.

Death sits below me as I consider falling into its arms. At least death will embrace me.

At least death can look past my mask.

And so I jump.

Thousands of feet and years rush toward my limp body and then, cold and stillness; nothing more.

Or so I believed.

But I was wrong.